Break away from the past yet seen. To understand what was spoken in one breath. To move toward an unyielding truth that can not go unnoticed, unchecked. Like your eyes that dally behind and tally far ahead. Eyes-fixation, seventeen, twenty one gone wrong. Out to pasture, like the time the cat came home all covered in grime. The streets, urban sprawl across her cat body. Grandpa said she had to go. Grandma cried. Cat came back, didn’t leave for a long time. Stayed past grandpa’s death- then she went a little while after. Then the dogs couldn’t take it. But we went on living. Not sure if that’s what I did. Little girl dreams crying at the night. Sirens calling out that the neighbor’s sick (grandpa died). The night went on (how cliche), but it did. And one became another. Passed on or up. Didn’t break my heart, but crashed the car. Not go to college that quick. Wait. Wait for him to show his dog eared face, past the lanterns in China town. Couldn’t stand alone. Messed up kid thoughts. Little girl dreams still here. Five years old. Direction in life? Go forward to my life goal. If I could just shake this past conduct relived in my head, always on my head, on my face. Trapped in by a bad time. Someone let me off. I’ve been in the spin cycle too long. Stuck. Born to wait. Born to dream like a little girl the rest of my life.Birth sign: Aquarius
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